my deathlest dear (Spellbound: 2006 misspelling edition)

hi my name is lucian curtis susxie  brenan smith, i am 15 years old and i am in my 2nd year of hogwarts. people said i look like siusxie from ssiouxie and da banshes, but other sai i looks like ville valo from HIM.

Form what I have heard, after tehy haev sene a spike of sutdents benig intreested in Potions adn music, the shcool decided to mkae a new huose for this reason, the new house of Fangprie has been renovated adn a new tbale for Fagnpire studetns. They were vsatly different to thta of the other houses.

eh house for Fangpire, instead of usual movign renaisasnce paintings, they had paintings of gothic writers, artissst and goth musicians.

I were a dress that covers my lges and arms but not my shoulders adn upper chests. I waer a thick choekr adn anhk necklace whlie my makuep is white foundation, black lipstick and eeyliner styled to look like small anchros youd' see on fishing rdos.

I dont' like people who are into emotional hardocre becasue tehy aer dumb and savages who sing adn sceram and cry abuot a relationship they destroyde. (i H8 EMOES SO MUCH)

It was my dya to go to Hgowarts as it was my 3rd semestre, as how a usual routine geos, I go to platfrom 9 3/4 wtih everythign I neeedd: A wand mdae out of a gargoyle's tooth, a little black-badned owl in a cage, my luggage adn my satchel whihc has my blcak lipstikc, mirror, hgue telephone, cd player with my balck earphoens adn my cd book containing goth and rivehtead music.

I was wearing a black drses that hda a messy skirt, 2 belts that weer studded, rpiped leggings thta shwoed my knese in fishnets, balck go-go boots. My makepu conssited of an eye of ra sytle eyeilner, blakc lipstick taht forms a heart on my lisp, white foundation and a bti of black blush frmo my eyeshadow (my current eyehsadow is blood red grinded from the dry blood of cattle)

I get itno the train and sat in one of the rooms where i coudl see the view. My owl (Whihc I have nmaed fenix) was restnig in the cgae befoer the tarin moved, startling him and causing him to flap his wings.

"It's okay fpheneix ," said myself. "Here, have smoe of tehse... stuff." I placed soem brid seesd adn a dead rat in his cage as the train moves to Hogsmedae station kilometers away from teh platfomr.

As it was snownig and raining, I lisetned to some Diva Destructino in my cd player wtih stickers of my melody (does anyone atcually have stickers of tihs rabbit thouhg?!) and hello kitty. Looikng out, it wsa like visaulising a sotry's setting from a faiyrtale. I saw London's skylien disappearing as the train moves froward and I ate some of teh forg chocolate (whihc by teh way, I had a dumbledore card) that the lady gave me.

Until I heard smoething eerie, liek a voilin's bow scratching teh strings or a train's barkes bieng pulled. I heard what they call Dementors wree searching throuhg the train.

I stopped my muisc and put it back into my satchel, the sound of breathing made my sikn crawl as I got my cloak and cover my face so thye could nto see me.